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bkpoetry
18/F/Neverland A teenage hopeless romantic trying to use words to express how she feels.
My heart is moving faster than my head, It's craziness, but it is so beautiful. My heart has planned out everything I want to do in my life, while my head is still trying to figure out how. But honestly, who cares about the "how"? As long I know what I want to do in my life I have 99% of my future planned. B.K.
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
Who Cares About the "How"?
You make me the best me, bring out my joy. I don't need to try to impress you, I am who I should be. Was that really the last time I would see you for a year? **** well I guess I should have hugged you harder. See you soon... hopefully, nothing will change.
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
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This morning I woke up, looked down at my pillow, and hoped that my dreams would drip out. They didn't and now you are stuck in my dream that I will never see again. B.K.
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
Last Night's Dream
A good friend is made by getting along with someone. A best friend is made by finding a part of yourself in someone.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Difference Between a Good and Best Friend
She is a beautiful successful model. I am just a struggling artist. She is a work of art. I make works of art. How come all she has to do is stand there an look pretty? How come I have to give all of my effort to make something pretty? B.K.
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Different Kinds of Art
The answer is quite simple really: You can only love others to the extent of how much you love yourself. A little tip: Love yourself first, then go and love others wildly!
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
How Much Can You Actually Love?
It is the truth, my darling, that whoever who think of when you look at the ocean is who you love.
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
The Ocean, My Darling.
It is amazing, the life of a wave. It takes forever to build up and then once it finds its way to the beach, is alive for only a couple seconds. As beautiful as this sounds, the act of the surfer is even more. The wave exists momentarily but while it does, the surfer carves smooth silky lines into it creating a form of art seen only by few. After that, that single wave is gone forever; It is not coming back. The surfer will never surf that same wave again. The life of the wave now only exists in memory. Personally, I find nothing more beautiful than that. B.K.
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 12:38 AM UTC
The Life of A Wave
"I love you," he said. "Yes, I know that," I said, "but are you in love with me?" He paused for a second. I didn't need him to say anything else. In his hesitation, I found my answer. B.K. ~ An excerpt from a book I will never write.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
Hesitation
He said something stupid but cute again like he normally does. "I hate you", I said laughing and smiling while I shook my head. "Wow that hurt", he said playfully while smiling at me. Silly boy, I thought. He doesn't know what I meant by "I hate you." In fact, when a girl says "I hate you" while smiling and shaking her head, you better keep this girl. She is head over heels for you. B.K. ~ An excerpt from a book I will never write.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
The Secret Meaning of "I Hate You"